In Small Things

I got home at eleven last night still not finished with my Latin homework, took a half hour break (in which I might have watched "The City"), worked for another three hours, and finally closed up my computer around 2:15. I took my dirty dishes into the kitchen, brushed my teeth, pretended to wash my face (while really just splashing hot water with a hint of soap on it), and was thinking about what time I needed to set my alarm for in the morning, when I opened our bedroom door and saw that--HARK--Preston, lovely, lovely soul that he is, had vacuumed the white rug in our bedroom in spite of my being a total brat about it the day before.

We bought this white rug before we knew we would have dogs (one with very NOT WHITE hair) whose primary occupations would be rolling on the white rug, peeing on the white rug, occasionally vomiting on the white rug, and chewing rawhide on the white rug. So basically, NO we will never own a white rug again because the constant filth of this one almost puts me on the scary side of crazy 105% of the time. And though it's lovely and spotless NOW, I'm sure it will only stay clean until, um, later this afternoon. Nevertheless, to walk into the room last night, utterly exhaustified, and find this shining gem of a rug which, when I left it that morning, had been a putrid shade of gray (due to thick coat of black and blonde dog hair)...it was kind of awesome.

Grace in small things, indeed. Happy Tuesday.